Jazz
Jazz
This week our family suffered another loss. My brother’s dog passed away and my heart aches for him. I know what it’s like unfortunately. Ever since we lost Chase then Butler I thought it would get better as time wore on. Sometimes I feel like it is better and sometimes not so much.
The difference in me losing my boys and Gabe losing his is that I was surrounded by family and Gabe is (at least at the moment) alone.
I love you brother. I’m praying for you. Just know that Jazz is in great company. (Chase has loved you ever since you trapped him under the clothes basket when you were 7.)
And you’re right. He is a great dog!
Ray City Trip
My mom and I recently made a trip to South Georgia together under some pretty awful circumstances. My Great Aunt Katie passed away. The trip gave me and my mom a chance to connect and talk a while. The trip also gave us the chance to see her childhood town because that is where my Aunt Katie was buried.
Ray City, Georgia is not a big place. To give you an idea of the “economic development” in that area let me just say this. Growing up I remember passing through there and it used to have a flashing caution light. When we visited this past Thursday, I don’t remember seeing one. There is now a four-way stop. The caution light could be a figment of my childhood imagination because it’s been a long time since my last visit.
Here is a collection of pictures from our trip. Not real sure the tell a story to anyone but my mother and me.
The two headstones are pictures I snapped when we visited my Granny’s grave and my Grandpa’s grave on the way. They are buried at Riverside Baptist Church off of highway 135.
The rotting wood pictures are from my mom’s old middle school, Ray City Middle School “The Home of the Beavers”.
I did see my mom’s childhood home and the place where her stepfather’s service station and cafe. It was right behind the house they lived in.
The town is an amazing testament to the 1950′s. You almost feel like you are driving through black and white photos because nothing has changed since then. Well, nothing has changed except as the buildings get older no one seems to repair them.
The graveside service was at the First Baptist Church of Ray City. There are some headstones from God knows when that I took a picture of too. I took a picture because the spellings were so off that they caught my attention. “Willem and Loes Kirkland” . Notice the direction of the “N’s” and the spelling of William and Louise.
Great trip with my mom. We had a lot of great conversation. (especially when we drove 15 miles away to eat at a Sonic).
Karate, Kung Fu, or Taekwando?
Karate, Kung Fu, or Taekwando?
We’re thinking of putting the kids in Karate or something similar. I know that Evan is too young right now, but Gabby is anxious to get started. What do you think? Offer some suggestions on types of Martial Arts that are good for kids (and grown ups) to learn together.
My favorite is Kung Fu, but that’s because I watched too much T.V. as a kid.
Leave a comment and let me know.
How to Destroy Your Property Value
“HOW TO DESTROY YOUR PROPERTY VALUE WITH TRASH” You hear that and think it sounds terrible, I know. I can’t help it though. I hate litterbugs.
I was raised to NOT litter. I guess it’s just hard for me to believe that other people weren’t.
Every morning Pickles, our new family dog, go for a short 1-2 mile walk. I carry a Wal-Mart plastic bag with us to take care of, heh-hem, you know… Pickles Business. Now I have to carry an extra one too. Not because Pickles got into the Tamales at dinner the night before, but because the residents in my neighborhood throw trash in the street and yards!
I don’t mean a little trash that blows out of the cans at pickup on Wednesdays. I mean kids at bus stops dropping Ramen Noodle cups??? and others throwing entire McDonalds bags of trash out their car windows! It really is terrible.
Even dogs don’t poop where they eat and sleep. Come on neighbors, bring some honor to our neighborhood and put your trash in a trash can.
Check out this little short video illustrating the amount of trash I pick up in one day.












































































